by Francesca Thrash
Words have lost their value,
Wishes don't come true.
Nothing's as it should be,
Since I am not with you.
So many lines are written,
Bewailing long lost love,
This is yet another,
And still it's not enough.
Words can never capture,
Th depth nor height of this,
Longing and deisire,
Residing in our kiss.
Home again,
jiggety jig!
